Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.